Clear as Good Words

Calm and boring transfer student, academic master x cold outside but hot inside, partial to science god The corner of the textbook is dog-eared in an inconspicuous place, and the handwriting that has been repeatedly stained and stained was once Chen's good words. The four words in the chat box draft were deleted, deleted, and finally buried in memory. The painting on the lock screen overlapped with the background image of that person's WeChat account, and no one changed it. It was like a tacit, implicit response that only the other person could understand. They used every festival to wish each other in the most ordinary tone. The seemingly dull and ordinary words had been revised several times before being sent out. In the end, they even formed an understatement, with no abnormalities or even harsh words. It seemed that they had silently withdrawn from each other's youth and lost contact. The most common names have no emoticons, but they are always at the top, clicked frequently, and then exited while suppressing a certain emotion, and the date of the last message has not changed again. On the rainy day of separation, the mist filled the air. In the last few seconds, Ren Xiya saw clearly the girl in school uniform, and her own figure was reflected in her eyes. She didn't think of words to say goodbye because she didn't know what words could really express what she was thinking in a short time. Moist tears from his eyes flowed down after the man turned around. She cried all night in the simple courtyard using what she thought was the most hypocritical and useless way to solve the problem. Her cheeks were covered with layers of scars from tears. The worn tiles in the courtyard had been repaired bit by bit by Chen Jiayan a long time ago. In the past, two people sat on a crowded bench. Now there was only one person left, and she could no longer keep up with the other person's pace. The day we met again was still in that small courtyard. Before the class reunion started, she suddenly wanted to go back there, but she stopped when she touched the familiar yet unfamiliar figure. Chen Jiayan was still carrying a familiar backpack. They were talking under the shade of the trees, still sitting on the bench, and their memories seemed to be brought back to the past. The only difference was that there were a few more framed paintings by Ren Xiya. "Why did you suddenly take up painting seriously?" "Actually, it's not that sudden. When you told me that you wanted to learn to draw when you were a kid in your senior year of high school, I started thinking about it." "Off topic." "I didn't answer the key point. Why haven't my Chinese proficiency improved after so many years?" After the wind passed, there was another period of silence. The small and silent courtyard allowed the two of them to feel a little hot. Ren Xiya's brief words with hidden meanings broke the dullness. "Maybe it's because of you that I learned it." "Chen Jiayan, can't you see?" Then her eyes glanced over. She also happened to run into Chen Jiayan, who was watching her sinking and drowning. "I see it." "So I want to confirm again." Intention: The appearance of one person changes each other